Chapter 561 I Hope It's Not Reiji

Chapter 561 I hope it's not Reiji

In a blink of an eye, Tuesday.

Although the five sons gathered in Nanyang, everyone was very busy.

On this day, Li Qiao took Song Laoliu to the Nanyang Police Station.

In the director's office, Fei Zhihong looked at the floor plan of the exhibition hall in his hand, and asked seriously: "Officer Song, are you sure that Mo Jue will come?"

Song Liao was still wearing a peaked cap, sitting on the sofa looking back at Fei Zhihong, and said loudly: "Not sure."

Fei Zhihong: "?"

He hesitated to speak and looked at Li Qiao, holding his breath in his chest, unable to get up or down.

What kind of infuriating answer is this?

Song Liao looked around, "I'm not sure if he will come, but just in case, the Nanyang Police Station had better arrange a team to guard around the exhibition hall. Mainly at the entrances and exits, especially in the middle of the night, you must not Let your guard down."

Fei Zhihong nodded in agreement, "Is there anything else?"

International habitual offenders appeared in Nanyang. Regardless of whether the other party will appear or not, he must take this matter seriously, otherwise the police will be negligent.

Moreover, the organizer of the art exhibition also contacted Nanyang's security company and insurance company, coupled with the escort of the police, it should not be difficult to catch this habitual thief.

At this time, Li Qiao added softly, "Employee channel."

Song Liao and Fei Zhihong looked at her when they heard the sound, and Song Laoliu echoed, "Well, it is not ruled out that he will enter and exit through the staff passage."

Li Qiao glanced at him, and pouted at the floor plan in Fei Zhihong's hand, "The staff corridor is connected to the stairwell, and there are many dead spots for monitoring, such as central air-conditioning ducts and fire exits.

Godfather, I would even suggest that you send two police officers to pretend to be staff members, and keep an eye on the employees moving around the exhibition hall at all times.

Mo Jue can come and go freely, and is likely to dress up in disguise. When the art exhibition is over, observe the changes in the number of employees. "

This analysis made Song Liao silently give a thumbs up, "Zai Zai, you have a good idea."

Fei Zhihong looked at Song Liao, wondering if his identity as an Interpol was bought?

After a while, Li Qiao looked at the opposite wall thoughtfully, and she had a flash of inspiration, "Godfather, you are at the scene tomorrow, find someone to spread the news."

"Okay, tell me."

As night fell, Li Qiao and Song Liao walked out of the police station.

The two stood by the side of the road, Song Liao frowned deeply, and said disapprovingly, "Zai Zai, what if Mo Jue really finds out about the news you asked Fei Bureau to release..."

"It's just to let him know." Li Qiao leaned against the car door with deep eyes, "The art exhibition of Layman Daqian may not be able to attract him."

Song Liao scratched his head, "But we don't have Titian's painting. He just needs to take a look at the elegant villa garden you mentioned, and he will know that he has been cheated."

Li Qiao smiled faintly, "Who said no?"

Song Laoliu watched Li Qiao get into the car in a daze, his mind was running fast, and finally came to an astonishing conclusion.

Their cubs actually have works by Titian, an ancient European revival painter?

Amazing!

...

On Wednesday, as scheduled, the exhibition of Layman Daqian's paintings also kicked off.

Early in the morning, Li Qiao didn't go to the exhibition hall, but still arrived at the scientific research institute on time. Unlike in the past, she wore a bluetooth headset on her ears.

On the other end of the phone was Fei Zhihong's voice.

"Qiaoqiao, you came here with Police Officer Song yesterday, and there are some things I don't feel embarrassed to say."

Li Qiao put the microscope aside, took out the laptop from the drawer, "What does godfather want to say?"

Fei Zhihong hesitated for a few seconds, and said with some difficulty, "I've already read the detailed information of Mo Jue. Don't you think it's strange that the records of many thefts are almost all famous paintings."

Li Qiao paused when she started the machine, then she leaned on the back of the chair and said with a soft smile, "Are you suspicious of my second brother?"

Almost everyone knows how obsessed the second elder brother Li Yan is with famous paintings.

He will never be absent from all art exhibitions and famous painting auctions.

The reputation of an art giant is not groundless.

Fei Zhihong was silent for a moment, and truthfully stated his guess, "Qiaoqiao, don't blame your godfather for talking too much, I asked someone to check your second brother's travel records last night.

On the day Police Officer Song arrived in Nanyang last week, your second brother also came back. The police never believe in coincidences when handling cases, so..."

Li Qiao picked up the computer with one hand, got up and walked to the independent conference room, and after entering the door, she bent her lips and said, "Don't worry, godfather, it's not him."

"Are you sure?" Fei Zhihong knew Li Qiao's defensive nature, but he couldn't act emotionally when arresting international criminals.

Li Qiao put the computer on the table and rubbed her fingers on the touchpad, "I'm sure he didn't feel it."

But I'm not sure...whether this has anything to do with my second brother.

Before Fei Zhihong could speak, she added: "Li Er doesn't have that ability."

Mo Jue is elusive, able to take away famous paintings without a sound, whether it is skill or anti-tracking ability, it is absolutely top-notch.

Otherwise, Song Laoliu wouldn't have been dead with him for many years and still got nothing.

As for her second brother, if you make him roll forward, he can beat himself to the ground and be a thief...he is not qualified.

Fei Zhihong saw Li Qiao's words were convincing, so he could only suppress his doubts and told her a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Song Liao is an Interpol, and here cooperates with the police station to arrest people. As long as Mo Jue is caught this time, he will definitely be taken away for investigation.

I hope it's really not Reiji.

...

Everything was silent, and it was almost one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Nanyang City, which hadn't rained for a long time, began to rain lightly at night.

Standing in the night, the National Convention and Exhibition Center is surrounded by only a few lights.

The third floor is the exhibition area for the existing paintings of Lay Daqian.

At this time, a figure in black night clothes crouched in the corridor outside the exhibition area.

He held a small square instrument in his hand, and his fingers were quickly operating something.

As time passed, he looked up at the surveillance camera, and as the red light flickered undetectably, a smug smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

At the same time, in the parking lot outside the building, in a black business car, the five sons headed by Li Qiao sat scattered in the car.

Xia Siyu had a computer on her lap, and after staring at the screen for three seconds, she clicked her tongue and said, "This way of monitoring intrusions is so overbearing."

Shen Qingye leaned crookedly on the sofa, turned his head to look at the screen, "Has it been invaded?"

Xia Siyu raised her head, her eyes sparkling, "Not only has he invaded, but he has also added a firewall. It will take at least five minutes to counterattack his current surveillance lock."

"Oh, then you attack." Shen Qingye lazily replied, Xia Siyu lifted his foot and kicked his calf, "Would I do it? It was Yin Laoer who did this before."

The seventh son of the frontier, the second son of Yin is a computer expert.

Hearing the sound, Shen Qingye's gaze paused, and he muttered resentfully: "I don't know where she died, and I couldn't find anyone in the sixth game."

Li Qiao in the front row pressed the Bluetooth headset next to her ear, and slowly glanced out the window, "Give me the computer."